you told me that in another version of this universe,
maybe we would’ve ended up together.
why not in this version of the universe?
I don’t want to live in a universe without you.
And I thought
isn’t there any way for me to know what it’s like to have your love?
just to imagine the experience of your affection?
So I found one.
I imagined you into realness with ink and paper.
I crafted you carefully into my alternate universe,
the one where
you do see me that way, as more than just a friend,
and when I study the slope of your collarbone, you sigh.
I created it.
A world where you and I were lovers
and in the end it hurt so much, it felt like you left me anyway.
and died in that imaginary tomb.
and the imaginary you, full of imaginary love, died too.
And when I put my pen to paper now I sometimes feel the ache of the void you never filled.